Hope For The Best, Expect The Worst.

It's Every Woman's Tragedy, That, After A Certain Age, She Looks Like A Female Impersonator. Mind You, We've Known Some Lovely Female Impersonators, In Our Time.

And Each Stroke Of His Tongue Ripped Off Skin After Successive Skin, All The Skins Of A Life In The World, And Left Behind A Nascent Patina Of Shining Hairs. My Earrings Turned Back To Water And Trickled Down My Shoulders; I Shrugged The Drops Off My Beautiful Fur.

Soon, Nostalgia Will Be Another Name For Europe.

A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy. Only Untimely Death Is A Tragedy.

This Lack Of Imagination Gives His Heroism To The Hero.